Pieces of green in different shades,
Music water dance in the fountain,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
looming, smoky,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
t wind,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
like a paradise on earth,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
Naughty blowing little bubble
zigzag lotus pond,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
like a mirage,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
at a glance,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
full of connected dense green leaves,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,